Tomorrow I will go to the polls and I will choose who I think best represents my ideals and my passions. The flollowing day I begin sending letters and emails to all those who will be my voice for the next two to four years.

I almost feel sorry for them. Almost.

My sister sent me a meme from Sophie Haewood. I’m going to include it below. You should know (and anyone who knows me knows) I don’t like or use the F-Word, so please excuse it’s use below. It is a pretty concise statement of how I’ve been feeling.